It had been Bertie’s idea to invite Rob and Nicola to the fundraiser, and I was curious to see what they made of Lowen Farm. Six months ago, I wouldn’t have been able to imagine Rob here, but he had changed so much recently I suspected he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb as he once might have.
‘Aren’t you having breakfast?’ asked Bertie.
‘I’m too nervous to eat.’
‘You always say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.’
‘All right then, I’ll have a piece of toast.’ My stomach was fizzing with nerves. It was important everything was perfect at the fundraiser, as securing the interest of potential investors was crucial to the future success of the lake project. Pat had funded a prototype treehouse, and it was very impressive. Inside, if it weren’t for the leaves fluttering against the large windows, you’d think you were in a comfortable cabin at ground level. It contained a double bed, sofa, rainwater sink and a wraparound balcony to make the most of the views.
Bertie had been begging to have a sleepover in the treehouse. I’d promised he could stay in it with his friends the following weekend. I couldn’t risk them doing any damage in there before the deep-pocketed investors had seen it.
I was buttering my toast when Seb knocked on the door. The past month had been torture. He’d kept to his word about taking things slowly, and other than a few stolen kisses, our relationship had stayed firmly within the bounds of friendship.
‘I’ve written out a to-do list,’ I said, as he walked in and poured himself a coffee. ‘Maggie, Stephan and Harry are coming down at ten to set up tables for the stalls. Are you OK to take care of the water sports?’
‘Yes, I’ll set out a dedicated swimming area using buoys, and Carly has agreed to play lifeguard for the day. She worked a brief stint at a leisure centre so has all the relevant qualifications. I’ll alternate the kayaking and team building sessions throughout the day, and anyone can take out the rowing boat so long as they sign a waiver agreeing to do so at their own risk.’
‘It sounds like you’ve got everything under control.’
‘I hope so. What else is on your to-do list?’
‘Harry’s friend Zoe is coming to set up her face-painting stall this morning. I’ve left Mel in sole charge of the entertainment. Maggie’s enlisted a couple of local teenagers to keep drinks topped up and make sure we don’t run out of cakes. They’re coming over at lunchtime so she can give them their instructions. I need to hang bunting, fairy lights, make sure copies of our business plan are strategically placed around, and give the cabin a tidy in case any investors want to come back here to discuss sensitive money matters.’
‘And Pat’s running a nature trail?’
‘Yes.’
‘And how about you, Bertie? What will you be doing today?’
‘Having fun,’ said Bertie, stuffing a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
‘And playing his cornet in the band,’ I said.
‘I’m looking forward to hearing that.’
‘I’ve been practising,’ said Bertie.
‘Have you?’
‘I’m surprised you haven’t heard it,’ I said.
Seb winked at me.
‘Right, all the guests are arriving at two, so let’s get going!’
‘I’m having a shower,’ said Bertie.
‘OK, but don’t be long.’
‘And I need to borrow you for a moment,’ said Seb. Seeing my panic, he added, ‘Don’t worry, it’ll only take a couple of minutes and then you can get straight back to your to-do list.’
‘All right then,’ I said, casting one nervous glance at the long list over on the table.
Seb took my hand and, without another word, led me outside.
‘Where are we going?’
‘Shh.’ He put a finger against my lips, then lifted my hand and kissed it. With a gentle tug, he pulled me towards the lake.
